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My coffee maker moans when it brews. Someday, you can hear it from my bed, if the house is really quiet.

You would be able to smell me on your fingers on your way to work.

You could see me on the porch.

When you finally get some momentum, it's easy to settle into looking. I have faith now. I know things are changing, I know things are happening, I know that it can't be much longer.

Three establishes a pattern.

There's a cup of coffee and a pad of black paper waiting for me. Here. Where you should be.

3:32 p.m. - 2002-08-29

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